Nothing to say

Silence is of different kinds, and breathes different meanings.

Charlotte Brontë, Villette

Below are photos from my favorite San Miguel thorofare. It’s not open to cars and I seem to be the only gringa who uses it. It’s quiet, shaded, and tranquilo. One day I walked through, camera in hand, and the older woman who sweeps the sidewalk  demanded a propina, a tip, but I hadn’t intended to take her photo and didn’t and didn’t give her the propina.

Note the consideration that one of the graffitists exhibited by overpainting the cleaned-up area with the same size lettering that he or she had used previously and did not mar a new area.

The barely readable text in one photo is the standard cantina greeting:  “Prohibited from entering: women, those in uniform, and those of minor age.”

Andrea Bauer, from Cello Songs for Silence, “Eternal”

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